Are you in Houston now? I are confused.

Re: main gauche. Times I’ve gone to the dictionary because of you: a couple dozen. Vice versa? One.

@Annie: The thing that puts this picture over the top is that English is this guy’s first language.

@Blunderprone: Apparently, Morans doesn’t know how to grill filet mignon.

Is your music better or worse than your chess?

@Caroline: Sadly, mentioning Annie’s blog would have ruined the findings. Not only is she insightful sometimes, she’s the other person who makes me crack the dictionary.

@Annie: You are insidious.

@David: Oh, yeah, um…the one I really meant was Movement for the Liberation of Congo. Because that’s where all the 36-54 year olds hang out.

@Chessloser: Props? Oh, yeah. Just give them back to me when you’re finished, ’cause I need to start on my theatre production mid-2008.

Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.

Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.

So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.

I cannot well repeat how there I entered,
So full was I of slumber at the moment
In which I had abandoned the true way.

But after I had reached a mountain’s foot,
At that point where the valley terminated,
Which had with consternation pierced my heart,

Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders,
Vested already with that planet’s rays
Which leadeth others right by every road.

Then was the fear a little quieted
That in my heart’s lake had endured throughout
The night, which I had passed so piteously.

And even as he, who, with distressful breath,
Forth issued from the sea upon the shore,
Turns to the water perilous and gazes;

So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward,
Turn itself back to re-behold the pass
Which never yet a living person left.

After my weary body I had rested,
The way resumed I on the desert slope,
So that the firm foot ever was the lower.

And lo! almost where the ascent began…

dr chen, i regret to inform you my blog may encourage and even nourish the progession of Alzheimer’s. Yet, on I post.

My brain cells are definitely dwindling. I know for a fact I am getting stupider and stupider each day. I try to stave off Alzheimer’s by reading not-enemy Annie’s blog.